"Milk and Honey"
By
jbalancier9@yahoo.com
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************************** Part 1
Patrick had been sitting for about twenty minutes, on the bench in front of a house that he shared with no one. He would often think how crazy the world filled with an assortment of crackpot people seem normal. He never pointed out his own flaws because people would do that for him. For Patrick the best of times still laid ahead.
"Would you like a glass or a nipple on the bottle? You are surprising in a lot of ways, even with crazy standards," blurted out Teddy the mail carrier handing him a bundle of junk mail wrapped with an ink-stained rubber band.
Teddy was a character and would joke and flirt with folks all along his mail route. People liked seeing Teddy and he complimented everybody making them feel special.
"It's a bottle of water, I think I can handle it, just fine," replied Patrick taking the mail from Teddy, and giving him a big smile.
"Well, you all have a good day," shouted out Teddy, waving one hand in the air and walking back to his mail truck.
"That's the plan," shouted back Patrick, then mumbling quietly, so no one could hear - "jackass"
A white landscaping truck drove by and a few minutes later, it drove by again. The truck was lettered –`GARDENING DONE RIGHT' with just a phone number. This time it stopped and a strapping eye candy man in jeans and a light green tee shirt, got out. He had reddish brown hair with a very short stubble beard and walked, with flesh bobbing in his jeans, over to where Patrick was sitting on a long garden bench.
"Is this your property?" he asked
"Hello to you too," said Patrick
"Oh yeah, – `hello' - is this your property?" repeated the landscaper
"Yup, it's mine. It is pretty average looking and coming along well with renovations... Why do you ask?"
"I do landscaping and I drive by here every day; well, practically every day. The grounds need some help. I could use some help too. My name is Vince"
"I'm Patrick. I cannot swing a landscaping project at this time. I am finishing the inside and then I can think about landscaping. For now, it will just have to remain lawn."
"Really, tell me about what you can swing...but keep it clean," said Vince laughing
Patrick did not respond but thought, `what a jerk' although he was built for nasty.
This house on Glebe Street I purchased as a "fixer-upper" about five years ago," said Patrick. "Then I made improvements including siding, the roof, wiring and air conditioning. The plumbing was in good shape.
"How's your plumbing now; still in good shape?" asked Vince
"Of course" continued Patrick. "Inside the house was in desperate need of a needy touch, so one by one, we, (a buddy of mine) together tore rooms apart and made up to date improvements. The `before and after' photos that we took were amazing. .I have worked at doing building repair since I was nineteen. If anybody wants to see what magic I can perform with tools, all you have to do is look.
Vince remained standing and placed one foot on the bench to tie the lace on his work boot. The meat in his crotch packed beautifully against his thigh. It did not move but laid there to be observed.
Patrick was holding his mail but his glance was exactly where it should not be. He took another swig of water and looked through the mail. It was junk all right with politicians asking for donations, toys on sale, and advertisements for workers to go to Vermont for taping of trees running with maple sap.
"Ahh fuck" said Patrick still holding his mail and taking another swig of water from the bottle. Here I go again.
"What's the matter, did you see something that interested you?" said Vince touching his crotch and being obvious about it. "Is something bothering you?" he repeated...
"Yeah, but it's not in this pile of junk mail; you interest me," admitted Patrick.
"I thought I would - Interest you, that is.
"Really?"
"Yes – really. I need to get off badly and seeing you often as I drive by, I am gambling that you want it. I know you are gay. "I have a girlfriend and she sucks dick like it is poison. She takes a few licks and screams..."Oh god, it is leaking. - And then stops." "I hate that shit – just hate it. I really need a gay dude who can suck cock like a champion. Am I shocking you talking this way?" asked Vince.
"No – I am just wondering what the catch is?"
"No catch man and I am not asking for anything. I am an honest landscaper with my own business. Okay, I found out you were gay and lived alone. You are older than me but what a great butt you have and those lips were made for cock." If you want me to leave, I apologize, for talking this way and will leave – not a problem"
"Fuck no, don't leave," said Patrick
"Scoot over man and let me sit down. Let's talk a little," mumbled Vince Patrick slid to the right making room on the bench. "How about holding my nuts, said Vince starting to unzip?"
"Geezus, no touching here in front of the house, with the neighbors watching. Lord, you don't care how you talk to strangers, do you?"
"Nobody is looking." Remarked Vince
"Still – not here." mumbled Patrick watching Vince's cock move in his jeans. Patrick was getting unruly and his thinking solely wrapped up in getting into Vince's pants. Sex demons were taking over again. Cock was king as far as he was concerned.
There was no turning back now regardless of anything that might happen. Vince was probably a screwball but people like him do not come along every day. For Patrick, this was totally new and he was fascinated by it. "My cock is getting hard talking to you. You have good lips to lick my balls," said Vince with no pretense and no hesitation. He was very serious and his crotch was not lying. He was looking to be taken care of homo style.
"You're gay, huh?" said Patrick "No guy talks that way to a man, unless they are horny and drunk."
"I am whatever you say I am," replied Vince chucking a little but remaining polite. "I am not drunk just fuckin horned up for sure," he continued
"That's cool," said Patrick
"Yeah-yeah, everything is cool,"
Vince leaned back on the bench and opened his legs trying to look casual showing off his crotch. The load I have is sticky good and taste like breakfast. I know because I have eaten it. Don't look shocked; a guy has to know how he tastes, doesn't he." Said Vince
"Makes sense to me," replied Patrick. "Man, you don't spare the words do you?" "Nope, we are both men – what's to spare? Vince was completely on time. He moved and looked like something you would bring home to mother if you could trust father.
"I never heard any one speak more direct than you." Patrick said looking at Vince captivated by his baby blue eyes. Vince was a looker that was a definite conclusion and so fuckin hot and sexy...
"How old are you?" asked Vince
"For what?"
"Pretty dumb question – huh?"
"Nah, it's a liar's delight when it comes to numbers," replied Patrick who never did answer that question. He was not burly and husky like Vince, but more on the boyish side with sandy dark hair. He had a good body and was sexy in a mature hungry way. Patrick loved sucking cock but his real love was getting fucked and swallowing cum. He was a straight man's - gay man's dream. It was `crazy-weird' having Vince talk to him the way his mind actually worked when it came to men.
He had very little company because he has very few friends. Actually, the `friends' were people he worked with and they came with a question mark, making them acquaintances. The workplace was purely a sex free zone.
Real sex was a different story. He has no problem hooking up for a quick session of lust, often dull and sometimes memorable. They all ended however with the same words, "see yah." and that was that...of course, it was...
There was never anyone he knew who came across so openly about sex as Vince – Never, and it took some getting used too. For an unexplainable reason, here was Vince offering him the very thing he craved most. He thought at any moment he would wake up and all this `fun stuff' would be a dream. Then again, it was not a dream, Vince was captivating Patrick with no effort at all.
Vince was sitting next to him loaded with muscle and cum. something needed to be done about it.
Patrick was awake and floating in gaga land. Everything seemed a little too perfect seeing Vince charged up and energized. Nature had been kind to him – I mean very kind.
Patrick had an appreciation for sex racing inside him that he acted on. "C'mon," he said walking ahead of Vince and into the house. They went directly into a small living room with Vince pulling off his tee shirt as he followed.
"Do you like what you see?" asked Vince. His hair was moist from the afternoon sun and his chest and pecs looked wet with sweat sticking together small amount of chest hairs like paste. He was too much for Patrick to look at – just too much, with his thoughts in molest mode he knew he was nothing until he was something.
Vince was not bashful. He grabbed Patrick and kissed him lowering his own zipper at the same time. "I think hot people find each other," mumbled Vince, holding Patrick's head against his moist chest to lick the sweat from his nipples. Patrick pushed his arm in the air and began licking his sweaty pits and chewing on his under arm hair.
"Ohhh fuck, I knew you would be an animal. Put your hand in my pants and touch my cock." Commanded Vince.
Patrick was moving a little too slow for Vince, so he unbuckled his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He was not wearing underwear; his naked body was on full display for the wonder of it all.
"Can you take care of this; I mean all this." said Vince flopping his hog cock and cradling a pair of plum shaped hanging balls in his hand.
"Oh yeah, like the Titanic, when I go down there I intend to stay there" replied Patrick slipping out of his clothes and edging Vince towards the bedroom...
Vince pulled Patrick back toward him and picked him up naked in his arms. He kissed him and carried him towards the bedroom.
"Holy crap, you are going to drop me, put me down," cried out Patrick
"I carry shrubs heavier than you, my boy bitch; I have you now. Do me better than you have ever done anybody. There are many "wants" here but you can do it? You are exactly my type of man, even though I am not into guys"
"Could have fooled me, I swear you want to have sex with me and I am a guy."
"My bitch guy Patrick – A dude who will do stuff with me that girls won't do. Now do not confuse the matter with morals? It is just sex."
"Nothing rough." Replied Patrick. I don't find pleasure in rough stuff"
"Me neither," said Vince. But I like nasty talk or straight talk; as long as it is demanding and hot."
"Yeah...that I can handle." Replied Patrick. "I know `hot' when I hear it."
He no sooner got the words out when Vince slipped cock into his mouth. It was amazing how his dick big, wet and tasting to good slid like butter to the back of Patrick's tongue. It felt comfortable and the excitement of having Vince's warm sweaty cock feeding him like a tube, left him without a worry in the world. He was hungry now and gurgling like a whore on steroids wanting to eat whatever those balls could deliver flushing his mouth with sticky cock cum. It was uncultivated to imagine. They were two very sexy and naughty men playing with no rules, just filth.
Patrick remembered Vince saying; "Hot people fine each other" and he was correct about that. If he became any hotter, he would pass out from hunger, but passing out was not in the cards.
"Do you know what I feel like saying about now?" asked Vince
Patrick stopped sucking long enough to answer, "Nope, but it's bound to be nasty"
"Naw, not so much, only for you to keep your mouth over my dick and take my load with enthusiasm and greed. I will not tell you to swallow it all. I am hoping it taste hot and smooth in your mouth. You are greedy enough to eat it yourself. If you can suck the juice out of my balls, then man this sticky shit is yours to swallow. Your mouth is a place to dump a shot glass of jizz. "I can feed it to you. Would you like me to do that?"
"Fuck man, where did you learn to talk like that? That is so hot I am leaking like a faucet myself. "Damn Vince you are nasty and I love nasty," whimpered Patrick barely able to talk. "Sure – of course, I would want you to do that," he continued.
You have a good dick bro. Let's put them together and mix our precum into finger glue; a taste for you and a taste for me," said Vince.
"How great is that? – yeah," mumbled Patrick pushing his face into Vince's plum sack balls sniffing, licking, drooling salvia then slurping back spit into his mouth over and over and over.
"OMG I recognized you would be hot," groaned Vince holding Patrick between his thighs in a headlock. "You are locked between my thighs and you have to eat your way free." Said Vince joking and playing with him.
Sex was bound to get beastly and out of control. If it felt good and that was good enough. They were friends now and the headlock with laughter seemed to cinch it.
For everything, there is a time. This was Patrick's time to gobble a desperate man, who was in need of being worshipped faggot fashion. Vince came across as a man slut capable of dishing out a terrific time in the sack. For sure, Patrick was not about to discourage flesh from going in his mouth or deep in the cavern of his hot willing ass.
Patrick moved his face from under Vince's plump filled balls to the crack in his butt. There was no guessing what was coming next. Vince raised his legs still lying on his back. With his knees wide open, there it was a hairy hole brisling with brownish blond hair. It was pink and sweet waiting for a playmate.
Normally Patrick would have rubbed it – fingered it – and taken a lick. However, this was no normal man. This was Vince and not interested in being loosened up with one, two or three fingers; he only wanted to be eaten. It did not take a scientist to figure how warped, yet delicious, this was going to be.
Like a sink plunger, Patrick dipped his mouth into his ass sucking and licking on hair, hole and flavor. He was clean but did have a touch of butt sweat that Patrick licked away.
"Fuckin straight man. I knew it – I knew it, you are freakin hungry" mumbled Vince wiggling his ass with pressure, into Patrick's face hoping for more tongue.
"You already told me that," mumbled Patrick breathlessly taking a break from his friend's butt.
"Come here," mumbled Vince pulling Patrick on top of his chest. He yanked (actually grabbed) him by the head and pressed his lips to his mouth forcing Patrick to open so he could suck his tongue. They were now kissing and exchanging spit like a couple of maniacs totally in love. Only they were not maniacs and not in love. They were sluts using their bodies for a dubious need of lewdness.
Patrick's well-defined body was resting on top of Vince grinding back and forth over his hard leaking cock. Like magic cum started to flow from Vince with Patrick rubbing against him.
"Damn, you are too fuckin talented doing this shit – I am coming right now and no way to stop it," screamed Vince not wanting to get off quite this fast.
"Patrick went immediately to Vince's cock as spurts of sticky soft jizz poured from his cock head, Patrick gobbled everything he could find and ate it with uncanny enthusiasm. He rubbed his face adoringly back and forth over Vince's sloppy wet crotch.
Vince was correct again. The cum that bubbled from his balls had a taste one could savor. However, down Patrick's throat it went with every other piece of dirt that he had licked from his body including hair from his ass. Patrick was Irish and this was a great day, if one cares to think of it that way.
He flopped down next to Vince on the bed to be whacked off. It was rather solemn and quiet. Cum sprang from Patrick's cock on to his stomach. Vince wiped it off chunk by chunk with his finger and fed it to Patrick.
"What ever happened to "a lick for me and a lick for you," mumbled Patrick only joking yet looking for a reaction...
Vince went down to Patrick's cum wet stomach and picked up a chunk of cum with his lips. Like a mother cougar, he brought food back to Patrick's mouth and they shared it together.
When this craziness final stopped. They stayed side by side but not touching one another.
"That was nasty," said Patrick
"What part?" inquired Vince?
"All of it – well some of it anyway." Replied Patrick
"I know - What about tomorrow? Asked Vince
"What time?"
"After work around 6:00 pm"
"I can do that. Want to stay for supper" asked Patrick
"Sure, however after work I may be a little dirty. I am planting shrubs in the afternoon."
"Of course you will," said Patrick smiling
"Will what? Inquired Vince.
Patrick ignored the last remark as Vince dressed to leave. He knew that Patrick would do him even though he was not flower fresh. In a troublesome scary way that appealed to him.
I should get out of here. I have one more customer to see about a dying shrub. I will stop and tell her that I will replace it. That is the simplest thing to do. I will text you," said Vince. "Give me a number and handed his phone to Patrick.
Patrick tapped a number into the phone. "Bring a paint brush," he said laughing."
"I just might do that.," replied Vince opening the door to his truck.
Seconds later with a sticky crotch and well-licked butt, Vince was gone. For sure, this was not the last of anything. It was the beginning.
Patrick washed his face and brushed his teeth. He had enough milk and honey for one day.
Part 2 - Always ready
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